The Packaging

When I met you I thought I had
maybe seen you around here
But there were no coincidences
that our two lives could spare
I asked about your upbringing
and barreled through your C.V.
But when your overcoat slipped off
You couldn’t it keep it from me
Argo Corn Starch® Indian
I feel I know you better than
most of the real life women that I’ve
met on this side of the packaging
There are some prejudices that
persist throughout my whole life
And one that I can’t seem to shake
is that bald guys look alike
But once while mopping up the floor
I almost lost my bearings
A rakish face looked out at me
with one seductive earring
I don’t want to make a scene
I have strong feelings, Mr. Clean
I melt like ice cream when you stare out
from your throne there on the packaging
Things are mostly things to me but
every once in a while
An object rears its ugly rear
and stands out in the pile
The hundredth bottle on the wall
might prove to be quite numbing
but one real shapely jug can make
a dead man keep on coming
Oh, Mrs. Butterworth shame on you
Leaving me sitting in sticky goo
Whenever I get my hands on you
I become one with the packaging